Word: deathwatch
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Dates: during 1950-1959
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Prepaid Signal. While Pius XII lay dying inside the cream-colored stone walls of Castel Gandolfo, his summer residence 15 miles southeast of Rome, 200 newsmen gathered for the courtyard deathwatch. United Press International rented a room on the square and dickered with a nun for the use of her telephone; the Associated Press signed up a village butcher's phone; reporters lounged in their cars or on cots and sleeping bags, drinking Cokes, shaving in the fountain. Rome's Italia news agency, mistaking a fluttering Gandolfo curtain for a prearranged, prepaid signal of the Pope...
...Eyre, a senior who lives in a small single room in Lowell House, has emerged from an obscure early career at Harvard to present what is probably the most important theatrical production of the season. He did much the same thing last year when he presented Deathwatch. And he has spent the intervening time busily acquainting himself with the sundry persons and issues that etch the life of the college--with the consequence that he is one of the few undergraduates one can safely regard as a celebrity...
...Atlantic once more, Mr. Eyre entered his sophomore year and became increasingly interested in the excellence of the theatre created by such well-remembered artists as Stephen Aaron, John Ratte, Colgate Salisbury, John Poppy and Harold Scott. One day in conversation Scott mentioned he would like to put on Deathwatch if he only had some money. "I took him up on it--as a joke...no, as a bet. It was great fun, and it made money...
...Like Deathwatch, Lear has been great fun--but has lost money. That fact is the least of Mr. Eyre's worries: "I'm sorry it hasn't been such a popular success for the sake of the people who've worked on the show." He chalks it all up to experience, for he plans, right now at least, to go ahead on his own in the New York theatre after his graduation...
...Deathwatch last year, brilliant directing and acting diverted attention from the fact that the play itself was rather tawdry, small, and unimpressive. The Maids is not much more of a play, although it adds to a prison-like atmosphere a perennially interesting theatrical problem: the probing of possibilities of reality vs. illusion...